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my eyes are crooked and my nose has a shadow
i dont know you but you know how i operate
my body is sore all over
you bend my limbs and move them all over the carpet
i am ok with it
i gave you permission
i am ok with it
i was in too much shock to remember most of it
and that’s reality now im in so much shock that
life actually happens
and there is more to life than football games
and “you’re not an artist; that’s a hobby”
“you’re not an artist; that’s a hobby”
“you’re not an artist; that’s a hobby”
everyone wants to drink with me but i dont even want to drink with me
drinking with me is memory loss and wasted glee
i’d rather we skip that and you just sleep with me